There's no place like home...

As flight SQ002 skidded back onto the runway at San Francisco International Airport and with clicking of seatbelts before the captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign, our honeymoon officially came to an end. Two weeks of hustle and bustle culminated anti-climatically in an abnormally warm autumn evening in the Bay Area. Compared SFO to Hong Kong's airport is like comparing a bowl of white rice to a Filet Mignon. There's no comparison. As leaders of the free world, you'd expect some order within the confinements of the customs. Au Contraire, mon Fraire. Minimum wage in California is too high for the government to afford a few more people to help direct traffic. We skip through customs and the luggage belt with no problems. Since I didn't sleep a wink on the plane, I think I can sleep tonight and head straight into work. I'm sure people at work will be understanding if I'm glassy eyed. Hahahaha.. not like it's anything different eh?